Jiang Lu was carried in.
There was no other way, his ankle had already been trampled upon so hard it cracked, and kicking the door just broke it completely at this point. It was useless to try and support him now; without someone to carry him, he couldn't walk at all.
This naturally caught Hong Yi's attention.
"Oh my God, what happened to you?"
"I... I got injured while trying to do the right thing." Although Jiang Lu felt a bit guilty, he explained it like that nonetheless.
Hong Yi immediately came over to Jiang Lu, who was now lying on the couch, and started treating his wounds with a sorrowful expression, looking as though she was the one who had been hurt.
The Performer took a deep breath: "How has he not lost control yet?"
Sickle remained silent.
Not betraying the Exorcist had always been his creed, but faced with his conscience, he couldn't help but waver.
